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Meadowhead Bard

Random and surreal poetry satire and short stories.

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  • Foaming at the Mouth and Other Places.

    ”Foaming at the mouth he began to make his midnight creep” A line from Bob Dylan’s “The Ballad of Frankie Lee and Judas Priest” From the album “John Wesley Harding” I hate being asked, what is the question I hate being asked. Another thing I hate being asked, is “What kind of lunatic comes up… Read more

  • Bad Eggs

    Despite the following bit of fun, I really am quite good at cooking eggs. To me it’s an art, everything has to be finished at the same time, toast done, table set, tea made and poured. I remember the first time we had goose eggs, the lady at the campsite shop told us 20 minutes… Read more

  • Recipe For Life.

    When I received the news I was free of cancer, I was in turmoil, part pre cancer part post cancer. I remember saying to my wife “I’m going on a journey, will you come with me?” I didn’t realise then exactly what that meant, all I knew, I had to leave behind the Keith that… Read more

  • I’m Pensioner I don’t do expensive.

    I’m a pensioner I don’t do expensive! Ok so I’ve had a bit of fun with this, with not much time to do it in. Been to hospital, came back home a bit low, so a bit of self therapy was called for. Actually finances are not quite as bad as I make out we… Read more